Deaken (His last name has become lost in time)
He appears to be somewhere in his early twenties, but is known to be thousands of years old.
(Obviously better clothed, though occasionally does venture out shirtless) He has a tendency to wear long, dark coloured gowns. Usually black but occasionally a darker grey colour. The necklace around his neck is the key that keeps his companion chained to him, and ensures that it does his bidding.
Companion's Appearance (Obviously this is optional for you Erran):
Little is known about Deaken and his 'faithful' companion. He appears in many tapestries and paintings from eons ago, standing in the background with his long cloak shrouding his face, but it is still clear it is him there. Back in the Dark Ages, the years when Demons had started to take hold of the world, people began to question who he was and what he was doing. Many speculated he had opened the Prime, the first gateway to the Demon realm, Nosk'ova. Others thought he were a captive of the Demons, a mere pawn in their grand schemes. But nobody really knew. It was true, however, that he had had something to do with the opening of the Prime. The merging of the realms was what caused his companion, whose name has been forgotten, to look the way he does today. His companion, was once his friend, some would say they were close enough to be lovers, and it was true that they dabbled in that art, but nothing concrete ever came of it. Their friendship was like a family bond, almost unbreakable. And yet, it did break. Deaken had always been a near master in the arts of Dark Magic, and it was this that led him to start opening small portals to the Demon realm, small enough for one person, one way. He spent days upon days visiting the realm, and having his mind twisted from the darkness that lay within, his very soul tainted with the essence of Demons, so much so he could almost be classed as one himself. Until one day, he returned from Nosk'ova, and he fled the city. His companion followed him, determined to return his mind to it's former, sane state. But tat was Deaken's plan, he knew he would follow, that is what he had wanted. After hour of travel, Deaken stopped in the middle of the forest on the outskirts of the city, allowed his 'friend' to get close, and slit his throat, smiling gleefully as his body fell to the floor. He began his chanting then, cutting out his companion's heart as he did so, as his chanting became louder and louder and louder, until he was almost shouting every word. And then it had happened. The forest exploded in a blaze of darkness, and Deaken had been thrown to the floor, the fall knocking him cold. When he awoke, the scene that greeted him was that of devastation. A swirling mass of black fog floated harmlessly in the center of a burning circle of trees. This was it. He had opened the Prime, forged a pathway between his realm, and theirs. It was from this first gateway, the biggest gateway of all ever formed, that the first demons had entered and usurped the land. From afar, he could hear the screams of tortured victims of these demons, as they fled through the streets of their towns and villages, only to be viciously attacked in their desperate bid for freedom. It was this day, that Deaken's sanity was lost forever. Now, he could truly fit in with Demonkind.
However, Man was strong at first and began to overpower these demons. They slaughtered them as they had slaughtered their own, they made them suffer for the terror they had brought upon the land. And one by one, the demons fell by their hands. Most of them died, and some were enslaved to build and work for the humans. It was this action from man the angered the already furious souls of Nosk'ova. These souls contained some of the more powerful Demons of their realm, those with little mercy left within their essence. A large group, a powerful
group of them, stormed into this world, forcing their way through Prime, the gateway that was just big enough for them to push themselves through. They merged with our realm and wreaked even more havoc than the lesser demons. Among this mighty vanguard, was the Great Demon, one of the first Demons known to ever have been created. The great Demon destroyed more of this realm than any demon ever could, for her power was great and infinite. She caused men to drop where they stood, simply by looking at them. Cities fell by her hand simply because she had whispered a few words. This world didn't stand a chance against the might of her and her group of powerful demons. Those lesser demons that had first been enslaved ripped free of their human bonds, and joined their Mistress in her quest to burn the world and make it her own.
As the years went by, the Demons settled in the land. Most of man had been kept as slaves or pets, and not the conventional pet either. Demons were not kind to their pets, often torturing them and relieving certain...tensions as and when they wanted, regardless of consent from their 'domestic' humans. Freedom was not a word that ever came to light in the Dark Ages, and any that tried to find their freedom, was met with a furious response. Deaken was proud of what he had achieved here, and watched the years pass him by as he sat alongside the Great Demon on her throne on Earth. Evilkind would agree this was a prosperous age, though other races could not agree. Decades passed, and eventually the humans began to fight back. They refused to be treated so foully by such vile beings, and they rebelled. And so came to pass the Revolution of Man, one of many times that humankind stood out in history. The Demons were slowly cast back into their realm, through the Prime and the other gates they had opened in their time here. Wizards and warlocks and magicians alike all worked together to close these gates, succeeding with all but the Prime. Only he who opened it could close that specific gateway, and he had fled at the first sign of rebelling. Deaken had gone into hiding, waiting for generations to pass before he could show his face again.
It was millenia before that happened. Thousands of years before the lore and the history of this world had been forgotten through the years. Slowly, generations became less interested in history, and more interested in what they could achieve now with what they had. Magic was a dominant trait in this land, and any without were usually frowned upon with great disgust. It was now that Deaken could sift back in to history, and he began to appear more often in more tapestries and paintings, once again standing in the background. Observing. Waiting. A few years later, he had started to regain and reuse his powers, his necromancy and other Dark magic returning to him. He returned to his home, in which he had been long forgotten, and had taken a necklace that once belonged to his friend from his grave, for he had been found and taken back before the Dark Ages had really begun. He took the necklace, and traveled to the Prime, a spot guarded heavily by magic and Demonic wards. He slipped through the seals easily enough. The Prime recognised him, reached out to him and allowed him to absorb enough power to break through the seals. He stood upon the spot he had made his first sacrifice, and he raised the spirit of his companion from the dead, capturing his essence in the necklace and binding it to himself. He is now never seen without that necklace on, not because he chooses to never take it off, but because he cannot. More years passed, and tales of a hooded man and a deathly knight parading the woods starting appearing in the cities. He became a legend, a myth, a scary bedtime story for children. People came looking, they wished to spot these figures for themselves. And they did, but they never lived to tell the tale. Deaken and his companion lived off the land for many more years, searching constantly. He wished to travel through the Prime, but without the help of the first Great Demon, he would be ripped apart, for his powers were not what they once were. And so they search, constantly, for the object his soul was banished to. Had he not fled, he may have known what this object was, but as it was he had run and the warlocks had locked the Demon's soul and hidden it, deep in the forests where nobody could ever happen upon them. If they could find his soul, they could find a way to bring him back, but it was the finding that posed the ultimate task. The Wizards of Old could have put it in anything, a talisman, a stone obelisk...perhaps even a human body. One would never know, for the history has been forgotten, but soon, Deaken was sure history would begin to repeat itself...